In my second semester I had just finished taking a Spanish test (this would have been the spring of 1969 I think). I didn't do well but I knew I was going to get at least a 'C'. My class went out to drink. I put away a whole pitcher (64 onces) in less than an hour and a half. Then I had more beer (I forget how much). I stumbled my way home. I vomited repeatedly and carried around a waste can with me for several hours to make sure I wouldn't get the vomit on myself. I have been way more careful since then.
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Martin's memories preceding the chronicles, i.e., before 1986. The reason for this blog is to capture old memories that come back to me at seemingly random times. Thus the entries will not be in chronological order. Also, the accuracy of this blog is less than the accuracy in the more contemporaneous blog http://weisschronicles.blogspot.com/